Sean Rowe - Flying

There was a ^Gtime I could not cry But that has ^Emleft me now For 7 ^Cyears I could not dream But now that's ^Ddone

There were ^Gsongs I could not sing Words I c^Emould not know Oh but now they f^Cound me on a bridge And they broke my ^Dheart ^{C G}

There was a ^Gway I used to talk I cannot ^Emrecognize And now my ^Clanguage cannot give me what I ^Dneed And I ^Gtore it from my ^Bmbible and I ^Ckept it from my ^Emgod I w^Gould not lose to junkies on t^Emhe street ^G

It hit me so ^Emhard I could not ^Csee That shot was ^Donly meant for me And all the ^Emfaces that I kn^Cew They were ^Dlying

When the hard ^Emroad went back to ^Gsand And with the ^Bmwheel still in my ^Chand G C (Em) I built a highway out of dust And I was ^Dflying

There was a ^Gway I used to talk I cannot ^Emrecognize And now my ^Clanguage cannot give me what I ^Dneed And I ^Gtore it from my ^Bmbible and I ^Ckept it from my ^Emgod I w^Gould not lose to junkies on the ^Emstreet ^G

It hit me so ^Emhard I could not ^Csee That shot was ^Donly meant for me And all the ^Emfaces that I kn^Cew They were ^Dlying

When the hard ^Emroad went back to ^Gsand And with the ^Bmwheel still in my ^Chand G Em (C if you prefer) I built a highway out of dust And I was ^Dflying ^{C G}